Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.